by Olivia Chase
I wish I could see him in full, really explore all those tattoos on his body. His mouth glides across the arch of my left foot, and I gasp at the way his tongue licks and swirls. Oh God, who knew having your foot kissed could feel so good?
There is no rush. Smith takes his time, tasting my flesh, leaving me quivering with every second that passes. My breath comes in small, shallow pants. By the time he reaches the apex of my thighs, I’m throbbing in earnest, soaking wet. I grip his hair and silently nudge him toward me there, needing to feel that mouth on me again.
The first swipe of his tongue along my slit makes me cry out. At this point, I don’t even care if the window is open. I don’t want to hide the way he is making me feel. I can’t keep quiet.
He grips my hips and licks me, the movement becoming faster, more frantic. I hear him groan against my wetness, and I almost lose it.
“You taste so fucking good, I want to eat you all day,” he growls. “Good God, your pussy is a sin.”
I feel the orgasm surging close, so close. “Please. Right there.” His tongue is doing deliciously wicked things to me, and I need more. I’m tightening, so ready to explode any second now.
I feel his fingers stroke along my lower lips, and then he pushes deep into my pussy, curving the digits up. I groan. I’m almost there, almost there…
And then his teeth sink into the tender flesh right on the inside of my thighs, and I lose it. Something about the small flare of pain, mixed with the thrusting of his fingers in me, makes my orgasm erupt, and I gasp, then cry out my release. It feels like the orgasm goes on forever and ever, and he keeps his teeth locked on the skin, his tongue licking as he moves his jaw ever so slightly.
Oh God, it’s so erotic and dirty, and it makes my pussy drip.
He releases the flesh and gives it small kisses as I slowly fall back to earth, then his tongue takes a thick swipe along my slit. “Fuck yes, God, you’re so fucking sexy and I want to tear you apart.”
In this moment, I would give Smith anything he wanted. The possessive edge to his voice, the way his fingers dig into my hips as he slides up my body, the soft warmth of his breath when he’s fully on top of me and staring down into my eyes…it’s a rush, and it leaves me heady and desperate for him.
I clench his back and blindly grind my pussy against him. His cock is massive and hard and it fits in my cleft perfectly. I am nothing in this moment but sensation and arousal, and I need this so much that my body hurts for it.
“Slow down, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his hand fisting my hair and pulling me back into the moment. “I gotta get a condom on. Gimme a sec.” Before he moves though, he takes my mouth in a raw, hungry kiss, one that thoroughly owns me. His tongue, which tastes like me, plunges into me, stroking my tongue. Far too soon, he pulls away and leaves me panting on the bed.
Then he’s back on top of me, and I part my thighs and welcome his weight on me.
My heart is a thrumming bird. Suddenly I’m nervous. I’ve only been with two men before, both in serious relationships. I’ve never done this, never met a guy and had casual sex with him. How will I feel tomorrow morning?
Smith reaches a hand up and strokes my jaw. I can see the concern in his eyes. “Hey. Where are you right now?”
I give a shaky smile. “Sorry. I’m here. I’m just…this is kind of new for me…”
He gives that crooked grin that melts me a little. “Kinda figured.”
“Oh? How so?”
His low laugh slides across my skin. “You don’t exactly scream ‘casual hookup.’”
At first I’m a little taken aback. Is that a bad thing? Yet here he is, despite him reading me so well. “So why are you…”
“Why am I here then?” Smith leans down until there’s barely a breath between us. I can feel his heat and my own body surges in response. He’s lying naked on top of me, his cock pulsing between my thighs, and I’m so aware of my body that I’m growing more aroused and less afraid by the moment. “Because I can’t fucking seem to stay away from you.”
Then he takes my mouth in a searing kiss, and I find my pelvis arching toward him, seeking him inside me.
One smooth move, and he’s fully nestled in my pussy.
Smith groans into my mouth. “Sweet Jesus, you’re so fucking impossibly tight. Oh God.”
I squeeze my inner wall around his thickness, savoring the way it fills me. I want him to move. I want to feel what it’s like to fully let go and be swept away by passion. I need to. “Please, I…” I can’t seem to find the words to articulate what I want.
But he knows. He pulls out with a slow moan, then surges back in, out, and suddenly he’s pounding me and I’m hanging on and almost unable to breathe. His cock stuffs me so deeply he’s almost hitting my cervix, and the sound of our bodies slapping against each other is insanely erotic.
Smith’s hand buries in my hair as he clenches my scalp, and the other hand slides under my back to pin me against him. He pistons in me, plunges hard, relentlessly. The action rubs my clit as well, and impossibly, I feel another orgasm approaching.
“Does this feel good?” he murmurs in my ear. “Tell me what you want.”
“I…” I swallow a gasp when he hits my G-spot with the head of his cock. “I want it hard. Really hard.”
“God, yes,” he says on a groan, and then he withdraws fully, pausing one second, then jackhammers my pussy like a man possessed.
I can’t think. I can’t breathe.
I am overwhelmed, gloriously taken by this man who makes me feel so fucking alive that I’m not even myself anymore. I let my legs fall wide open and dig my nails into his back. The bite of my fingernails seems to encourage him; his eyes darken as he looks at me, and he almost seems primal.
“You loved being bitten, didn’t you,” he growls.
I whimper and nod.
His teeth latch on to the tender flesh above my nipple and he sucks, still pumping into me. His hands are grabbing my hips so hard I’m sure I’ll have bruises there. He moves his mouth down and tugs my nipple between his teeth, sending shockwaves straight to my clit. Oh my God, oh God, oh yes…
When his teeth bite the tip of the nipple and pull it away from my breast, I explode right on his cock. Pulsing wave after wave, erupting in my body and sending me crying out against him.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he pants against my nipple, licking the rigid tip. His thrusts grow more erratic, his breathing unsteady. He’s close.
I want to push him over the edge. Give him some of the pleasure he’s given me. “Please come,” I breathe. “I want it so badly.”
The words seem to unleash him. Smith gives one last hard thrust and then he grows stiff, his body completely flush with mine, his eyes locked on me with a heat and an edge of some other emotion that makes my lungs lock.
In this moment, as he pours his seed into the condom, I feel like he sees right through me. Like there’s nothing between us, no walls, no pretense. And I can see him too, and it’s an intensity I’ve never experienced in my life.
Smith closes his eyes, seems to struggle to breathe. He presses a tender kiss to my forehead, and for some reason, that simple, unexpected gesture gives me a lump in my throat.
This felt like more than just fucking.
This felt dangerous. Exciting. Addictive.
Neither of us speaks; the air is thick with our silence, the weight of what just happened at the end of our sex.
I don’t know what to do, and I lie there, feeling awkward. Then he stretches out beside me, shifting my body so my back is curled against his chest.
And the tension seeps out of my bones. Smith’s gentle strokes on my hip, my back, lure me into a drowsy satisfaction. I let my eyes close and I fall asleep.
6
Smith
Sunlight peeks through the blinds as I open my eyes and awaken. As consciousness comes to me, I realize I’m not in my bed, in my apartment above the bar.
And I’m not alone.
There’s a soft
body curled against my back, small fingers resting on my hip, gentle breaths puffing along my skin. Aubrey. I’m in her apartment after we had sex last night. Sex that was so fucking hot it was ridiculous. Sex that ended in a weird moment where we had some kind of deeper connection.
Discomfort makes my body hot, and once again around her I feel the urge to both get closer to her and run the fuck away. She saw me last night, saw beneath my normal demeanor. And I could tell that she was nervous, so I tried to get her to relax and go to sleep.
Then I fell asleep beside her, and I slept better than I have in months.
I let myself indulge for just a moment in the pleasure of her against me, still asleep. Sex with her was different than any I’ve ever had.
I shift to lying on my back, and Aubrey moves in her sleep in response, pressing against my side. She’s so vulnerable and small in her sleep that I feel a surge of protection over her. I move my arm so she’s lying on my chest. Above her right breast is a small bruise, where I bit her last night because I fucking couldn’t hold it back.
I bet she has a matching mark on her inner thigh.
My cock bounces. Images flood my mind, of me putting cuffs on her hands and wrists, her helpless and wet and writhing below me. I haven’t played in so long, too absorbed with work at the bar, stress over my brothers. That old hunger fills me as I let my thoughts wander. Would Aubrey even be open to something like that? She seemed to really like me taking control. But there’s a difference in having a small bite mark and the pain that comes with BDSM.
I shouldn’t even ask her.
But I can’t seem to stop thinking about it now, and I am so fucking tempted to palm my cock and stroke myself. Maybe see if she’d be interested in round two.
Something about her is getting under my skin far too fast. I need to cool my shit before I get in too deep and someone gets hurt. At this point, I don’t know if that someone would be her or me.
Because at the core of things, nothing has changed. I’m still the same man I was. My last girlfriend was so freaked out by my dark hunger that she called me a pervert and a creep and told her whole family that I’m messed up in the head. They still shoot me dirty looks when they see me in public.
The accusations she flung at me in the heat of our last fight still sting. How she called me an animal, a user, said my needs were degrading and made her feel cheap.
Maybe she was right about me. After all, this sweet woman is lying beside me, trusting me, and I’m thinking about wanting to tie her up and spank her. She’s too good for me.
I need to get the fuck out of here.
I delicately remove myself from her side and slide out of bed. She barely moves, just gives a small, sleepy exhale as she digs deeper under the sheets. It’s a shit move, sneaking out when she’s not awake, but I need to get my head on straight without being swayed by her eyes.
It takes just a moment to get dressed and in my shoes. I don’t let myself turn back to look at her as I exit her bedroom door. I know if I do, I’ll be far too tempted to get naked and crawl back in bed by her side.
When I reach the front door, I see a baseball bat propped up on the wall. Is Aubrey extra paranoid about someone breaking in or what? This neighborhood isn’t that bad. Something about that niggles at me, but I push the thought aside and leave her apartment, closing the door quietly behind me.
The week crawls by in a tedium of work. Bar business keeps me busy enough, and when I’m not at work, I’m either getting shitty sleep or running. My already surly attitude is brewing over into the red zone. Jax tried to crack a joke about me needing to get laid and I shot him a look so angry that he just walked away, hands up in the air.
I know I shouldn’t take my mood out on them. Because I know the reason I’m feeling so fucking off.
I haven’t seen Aubrey in days.
And why should I expect to? I snuck out of her apartment like a total asshole. I don’t have her number. The only information I know about her is where she lives.
When Friday comes, I’m extra on edge the whole night. The minutes tick by in a painful slow cadence. Maria tries to flirt with me but I pretty much ignore her.
My gaze keeps being dragged back to the door.
The door where Aubrey never comes through.
And it’s my own fucking fault. Even though I know it’s best for both of us, I still want to see her face, hear her laugh, push her buttons and make her snipe right back at me.
Run my tongue along her skin and elicit a groan so sexy it makes my dick throb.
Aubrey intrigues me, compels me, attracts me like no woman has in a really long time. But I can’t have her, because I’ll end up fucking it all up and ruining her. Ruining myself, too.
For once in my life, I’m trying to do the noble thing. The selfless thing.
And I hate it so damn much.
“Are you okay?” Asher asks me as he brings a tray of dirty mugs over to wash. “You’ve seemed…especially angry this week.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m fine.”
Asher’s lips thin as he presses them together, and he turns to face the sink and wash the mugs. When he finishes that and puts them on the rack to dry, he faces me yet again. “Smith, I’m fucking tired of this.”
“Tired of what?” The anger in his eyes both takes me aback and brings my own surliness back to the surface.
“Of you punishing me for coming home for the summer. I have the right to make my own choices, whether you like it or not.”
“Yeah, you do. And you made a stupid one. You could have stayed there and gotten an internship in your major and building up experience, but instead you’re here, slinging beer at this place. You’re not going to get anywhere by working here.” The words are blunt. I’m not filtering myself with him about this topic. He fucked up on this one.
“Maybe I should’ve stayed, but I came back. It’s my right to do what works for me, though. Keep being pissed if you want, but I don’t regret it.” His eyes flare as he lobs the words at me.
A customer waves at me; I pour her a beer, trying to keep my frustration from boiling over, and shoot her a tight smile. Then I make my way back to Asher. “Of course you don’t regret it. You have the luxury of being able to just do whatever you want.”
“You can go to school too, you know,” he retorted. “You’re not dead.”
“There’s no way this business will make it without me.”
“God, you’re so fucking arrogant.” His voice is filled with shocked wonder. “You really think Jax and I are so stupid that we couldn’t handle things here ourselves? That we’d just drive Dad’s business into the ground without your saintly presence to keep us all alive?”
My lungs tighten at the accusation in the words. Because the truth is, that is how I feel. That neither of them could handle it. And given the fact that Jax is a complete fuckup and Asher just started growing facial hair recently—I’d say that my gut is pretty accurate on this one.
Without me saying a word, Asher can still read it on my face. “Fuck you,” he tells me quietly, then leaves.
A flood of emotions are surging through me—anger, guilt, frustration. My life isn’t what I wanted it to be, not at all. Not even close. I had my own dreams and aspirations. Then Dad died, leaving me with two teen brothers to raise and a failing bar to tend to.
My chest is tight as I serve customers. I can barely keep a restraint on my rampant feelings. They threaten to explode. I cannot lose my shit right now. I have to be the responsible one, the father figure. Asher might not like it, but I do have a point to how I’m feeling. He could have used the experience to help him after he graduates next year.
I pour a beer for myself and take a long draw of the refreshing liquid. Maybe alcohol will take the edge off. I rarely drink at work unless a customer buys me something, but I need it tonight.
The tension keeps ramping up in me, tightening my chest. God, why am I so fucking worked up right now? I know exactly why. It’s because I keep screwin
g shit up in my life. I try to make things right and I end up making people pissed. And I’m tired and need to feel good.
I want to feel Aubrey in my arms, to hold her close and feel her warmth—forget all of this nonsense. But that’s not going to happen and I need to put it out of my mind for at least a little while.
When I head back to the office, Jax follows me in there.
“Not now,” I tell him, a warning clear in my tone.
“Dude, you’re a fucking mess. You need to go. Take a night off. Pretend you remember how to just be a man and not a business owner.”
“I can’t take a night off,” I reply. I dig through the papers on the desk, looking for last night’s totals for comparison against tonight’s. It seems like a better crowd in here right now.
“As part owner, I insist. Get the fuck out of here. You’re stressing the customers.”
I stare hard at him.
Jax gives me a small smile and laughs. “Okay, not really. But you’re stressing me. Please. Just go. You can’t keep working at this pace, man. Take the night off and enjoy yourself. Have fun. Find a chick to bang. I promise we’ll be okay. We can always text you if there’s an issue.”
I have to admit, it’s tempting. I haven’t taken a night off in so long I can’t remember the last time.
Jax can see that his words are working on me. He goes for the death blow. “Dad would not want to see you killing yourself like this. You know it would hurt him.”
My breath exhales in a hard whoosh, and I run my fingers through my hair, over my beard. “Fuck.” All the fight leaves me at the mention of Dad. No, he wasn’t the best businessman, but he did the best he could for me and my brothers. Made sure we went out and did things together. Fishing, baseball games, skiing.
The familiar pain that I always feel when I think about Dad comes creeping back in, and my chest grows tight.
He comes over and pats my shoulder. “One night. It won’t be the end of the world. Stop being our dad and remember that you have a right to a life, too.”
